and hopes, someone who will cuddle me and make me hot chocolate when I feel blue.
“What you need,” Dorothy says, wandering into my room, “is new lingerie. Tall, Blond and Sexy will appreciate it.” She sinks down on the bed beside me. “I overheard your call. That a problem? “
“Nope. No problem.”
“Then why the long face?”
“You know why.”
Dorothy’s expression softens. “Is that about what the doc told you?”
I nod and put my socked feet on the wall.
“It’s going to be fine, sweetie,” she says.
And I don’t see how. “You’re right.”
“Besides, you said Hawk isn’t the guy you want to spend your life with.”
I said that.
She copies my pose—lying on her back, putting her socked feet on the wall. Her socks have tiny dinosaurs on them. “He’s a playboy millionaire and not interested in relationships. You want a guy who will understand you, and think long-term with you.”
But all this doesn’t change what the doc said and how my life will never be the same. “I hate this.”
“There are options in life, Laylay. Don’t overthink this. And look at it on the bright side. No need to take the pill anymore!”
“Yay me,” I mumble, and my eyes burn.
“Oh baby girl.” Dorothy turns and throws an arm over me. Her dark eyes are inches from mine. “Don’t let this get you down. We will go and see more specialists, okay? And I was kidding about the pill. I mean, use protection, right? Always.”
I nod again, because she’s right. I’m just still in shock. “Hawk and I, we’re exclusive. At least, he says we are.”
“Okay then. Chin up. I love you, girl.”
“Love you, too.” I sniffle. “Marry me, Dodo? You’re the best.”
She snorts. “Go and have hot sex with your man. Hot sex is like going to the spa. It will make you feel better.”
God, yeah. Sadly, though, I doubt it will be enough… Maybe it’s me, maybe I’m changing. I’m over Chance, have been for a while, I know I’m not frigid in bed, I know I love sex… and I want more. More from a guy than that.
And that’s exactly what sexy, handsome, rich and distant Jamie Hawk Fleming can’t give me.
***
His tall shape astride the motorcycle is by now familiar. I haven’t seen him in a couple of weeks, though, and it feels both like yesterday and months since I last met him.
Since I last took in his beautiful face, his strong body that I am so intimate with. In my mind’s eye, I see every ridge of muscle, every drop of ink on his skin.
My own body clenches with desire just from the sight of him waiting, just from the memory. I’m primed for him. It’s an automatic response.
No idea why my heart leaps, too, as if excited. This is a carnal thing, I remind myself. Purely sexual. We’re having fun. I’m learning what turns me on, what makes me come.
He turns me on.
Shaking my head at myself, I walk over to him and his gaze on me sends heat into my cheeks—like every single time.
“God, I missed that blush,” he says, his voice so low it’s practically a growl, and I reach up to touch his face.
His golden stubble is more pronounced. His hair is longer, falling in his eyes.
“So… Mexico, huh?” His stubble is softer now, as it’s turning into a short beard. “Did you find your friend?”
A shadow passes behind his bright eyes. “Nope. But I’ll find him. He’s hiding.”
“Why?”
One of his broad shoulders rolls in a shrug. “Sometimes having money makes life fucking hard. More dangerous.” He’s silent for a moment, regarding me. “I know how this sounds. Being poor is much harder, I know. And dangerous in other, more subtle ways. But money means bullets.”
I frown. “But why?”
I don’t want anything happening to Hawk. A shiver shakes me at the thought.
“The why doesn’t matter.” He leans his
“What you need,” Dorothy says, wandering into my room, “is new lingerie. Tall, Blond and Sexy will appreciate it.” She sinks down on the bed beside me. “I overheard your call. That a problem? “
“Nope. No problem.”
“Then why the long face?”
“You know why.”
Dorothy’s expression softens. “Is that about what the doc told you?”
I nod and put my socked feet on the wall.
“It’s going to be fine, sweetie,” she says.
And I don’t see how. “You’re right.”
“Besides, you said Hawk isn’t the guy you want to spend your life with.”
I said that.
She copies my pose—lying on her back, putting her socked feet on the wall. Her socks have tiny dinosaurs on them. “He’s a playboy millionaire and not interested in relationships. You want a guy who will understand you, and think long-term with you.”
But all this doesn’t change what the doc said and how my life will never be the same. “I hate this.”
“There are options in life, Laylay. Don’t overthink this. And look at it on the bright side. No need to take the pill anymore!”
“Yay me,” I mumble, and my eyes burn.
“Oh baby girl.” Dorothy turns and throws an arm over me. Her dark eyes are inches from mine. “Don’t let this get you down. We will go and see more specialists, okay? And I was kidding about the pill. I mean, use protection, right? Always.”
I nod again, because she’s right. I’m just still in shock. “Hawk and I, we’re exclusive. At least, he says we are.”
“Okay then. Chin up. I love you, girl.”
“Love you, too.” I sniffle. “Marry me, Dodo? You’re the best.”
She snorts. “Go and have hot sex with your man. Hot sex is like going to the spa. It will make you feel better.”
God, yeah. Sadly, though, I doubt it will be enough… Maybe it’s me, maybe I’m changing. I’m over Chance, have been for a while, I know I’m not frigid in bed, I know I love sex… and I want more. More from a guy than that.
And that’s exactly what sexy, handsome, rich and distant Jamie Hawk Fleming can’t give me.
***
His tall shape astride the motorcycle is by now familiar. I haven’t seen him in a couple of weeks, though, and it feels both like yesterday and months since I last met him.
Since I last took in his beautiful face, his strong body that I am so intimate with. In my mind’s eye, I see every ridge of muscle, every drop of ink on his skin.
My own body clenches with desire just from the sight of him waiting, just from the memory. I’m primed for him. It’s an automatic response.
No idea why my heart leaps, too, as if excited. This is a carnal thing, I remind myself. Purely sexual. We’re having fun. I’m learning what turns me on, what makes me come.
He turns me on.
Shaking my head at myself, I walk over to him and his gaze on me sends heat into my cheeks—like every single time.
“God, I missed that blush,” he says, his voice so low it’s practically a growl, and I reach up to touch his face.
His golden stubble is more pronounced. His hair is longer, falling in his eyes.
“So… Mexico, huh?” His stubble is softer now, as it’s turning into a short beard. “Did you find your friend?”
A shadow passes behind his bright eyes. “Nope. But I’ll find him. He’s hiding.”
“Why?”
One of his broad shoulders rolls in a shrug. “Sometimes having money makes life fucking hard. More dangerous.” He’s silent for a moment, regarding me. “I know how this sounds. Being poor is much harder, I know. And dangerous in other, more subtle ways. But money means bullets.”
I frown. “But why?”
I don’t want anything happening to Hawk. A shiver shakes me at the thought.
“The why doesn’t matter.” He leans his
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